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'Duddits,' the Beav says, climbing the embankment. ad just walked around in the Rapeloews' house, doing nothing, but all the time his dingus had been just as hard as a All right, what was up with this lady? Never mind where she'd come from, what she was doing here, or why she smelled like diluted antifreeze when she burped. The itching in his leg had largely stopped, but his tongue tasted like an old piece of shag rug.
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